The Artist Is The Antenna Of The

Poetry Is A Sort Of Inspired Mathematics, Which Gives Us Equations, Not For Abstract Figures, Triangles, Squares, And The Like, But For The Human Emotions. If One Has A Mind Which Inclines To Magic Rather Than Science, One Will Prefer To Speak Of These Equations As Spells Or Incantations; It Sounds More Arcane, Mysterious, Recondite.

Utter Originality Is, Of Course, Out Of The Question.

The Art Of Letters Will Come To An End Before A.d. 2000. I Shall Survive As A Curiosity.

There Is Natural Ignorance And There Is Artificial Ignorance. I Should Say At The Present Moment The Artificial Ignorance Is About Eighty-five Per Cent.

But The One Thing You Should. Not Do Is To Suppose That When Something Is Wrong With The Arts, It Is Wrong With The Arts Only.